Page 68 of Dangerous Play

I could just hope he felt the same and it wasn’t just bodily release for him.

Gently cupping his face, I turned his head away from the food and planted a soft kiss on his lips.

“What was that for?” he asked, his sweet half smile returning.

My heart did a little happy dance in my chest, and I shrugged. “I just wanted to do it. And I wanted to see you smile.”

“All you have to do is ask, Blossom,” he said, kissing my forehead.

I almost melted into his arms because I loved his small gestures.

“Ready to show up your ex?” he muttered in my ear, smothering a laughter. “You’ll be wearing my jersey tonight.”

Last night, he gave me his jersey. The second one he wasn’t planning to wear. It smelled like laundry detergent, but he put his perfume all over it for me, and it was like having him wrapped around me. I couldn’t wait to wear it.

“Tonight, for the finals and during the World Cup. Always,” I whispered back before our lips connected in a brief kiss.

It didn’t hit me what I said, until Max pulled away with a wide grin and focused his attention back on his avocado toast.

Did I just confess I wanted to be with him forever?

I grew obsessed with wearing jeans and Max’s jersey. It was simple, yet I felt sexier in it than in any short dress. His lingering smell wrapped around me, and it felt like I was in his embrace.Kaia messaged me asking if we are going to watch the game together, but the moment I saw her wearing Tristan’s red jersey and sitting with Daisy, I decided to take Rosalie up on her DM and watch it with the other girls.

“Finally,” Nova shouted, waving me toward her. She was sitting in the first row, the best seat right behind the Titans’ benches, together with Brooklyn and Paige.

Rosie and I exchanged a look and slowly descended the stairs. All Titan’s fans stared at us like we were walking a runway on the fashion show and not going to watch a soccer semi-final.

“Everyone knows Nova is the coach’s daughter,” Rosalie explained as she tucked her brother’s jersey tighter into her jeans.

“Whose jersey is she wearing?” I asked, but I didn’t see the back as she was facing us.

“No clue. I haven’t watched a game with her yet.”

“You almost missed the beginning,” Nova informed me as I gave all the girls a quick hug. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Max’s parents on the block next to us with other parents. “I was a bit concerned you might show up in the wrong jersey.”

I shook my head, and taking a Coke from Brooklyn, I sat next to Nova. “I was tempted, but didn’t feel like pissing Max off. He needs to focus and not worry what I’m wearing.”

The girls chuckled.

“How does it feel? Sitting with the enemy?” Paige asked, pointing to the opposite end of the pitch where the Lions warmed up and a sea of burgundy jerseys flooded the stands.

I sighed, but I didn’t feel the pang of sadness I was expecting. Instead, I felt content.

“Weird... it feels like I’m right where I belong,” I replied, taking a sip from my drink. “Can’t explain it.”

My eyes found Max as he was warming up with Maddox and Derek with their black and blue warm-up set. He lookedhandsome with his windswept hair and focused expression. Despite that, his eyes shone with love for the game. That was real passion.

“You belong with us.” Brooke lifted her cup. “I’m glad you joined us. Our little club is growing.”

I chuckled.

Nova caught my eye and turned her back.

“Out of all the guys, I was not expecting to see Maddox’s name on your back.” I almost choked on my Coke.

“He demanded I wear it. I don’t usually respond to demands but he seemed upset and I didn’t want to aggregate him further.” She shrugged. “But I usually wear Dex’s or Max’s; it doesn’t matter. It only matters to them. They keep a tally, and I’m trying to make it equal.”

“Was there ever anything between Max and you?” I asked, unable to control my curiosity.

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